Taking a compliment when you can
Recently, New Orleans was awarded the (dis)honor of having the highest crime per capita of any U.S. city. Last night, at Swirl, a friend was talking to my friends visiting from Atlanta, she had recently moved back to New Orleans. She said, “Yes, Atlanta’s a functioning city, but it’s good to be home.” Ah, home, crime ridden but lovable.
This morning after breakfast at Dizzy’s – eggs, grits and fried catfish – my friend said she really thought I would never find a person, male or female, who would compliment me until she met T. I said I feel the same. But wondered is that a comment on me or T?